I just herd about a guy that lives next door to a house that his grandfather built in the twenties. Grampa always talked about saving his money to buy a new hand plane and lost it the day he bought it. A while ago the man that lives in the house was doing some wiring and found the brand new winchester plane, good as new. Now he has grampa's plane in a glass box sitting on the mantle, never been used.

That's great. I would love to have a piece of history like that on my mantle.

Well, I wasn't remodeling, but I was cleaning the front porch of my old place. The house was pretty old, and as I was moving things around and dusting off the cement, I found "Loretta Smith" written in the cement. That was the woman who was rumored to have died on my property. It was a little upsetting to see it, and scary at the same time. It certainly took me into a flashback of her life and what she was doing right there at that moment.

Kind of creepy to find some ones name who died on your property . My uncles home had 12 people who died from scarlet fever almost the whole family died and it don't matter day or night you get an un easy feeling like your not alone when your at his place

Well, I wasn't remodeling, but I was cleaning the front porch of my old place. The house was pretty old, and as I was moving things around and dusting off the cement, I found "Loretta Smith" written in the cement. That was the woman who was rumored to have died on my property. It was a little upsetting to see it, and scary at the same time. It certainly took me into a flashback of her life and what she was doing right there at that moment.

When I see older stuff like that when I'm walking I always wonder what happened to the people.

My old house was built in 1924. When i was remodeling, I found out that 'Insulation" in those days was newspaper. unfortunately, after that many years stuffed into the walls, i was unable to salvage enough good pages to read anything other than a few advertisements

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Fixing a plumbing leak, I opened up a wall behind the bathroom. To my surprise, I found the oldm dried chicken bones from somebody's lunch while they were working on the house . . . and three empty bottles of Mexican beer.